y/n at hogwarts

Chapter 37 - Die For You

"Look at this pretty little cunt." George's whispered words fan across Y/N's skin. His thumbs hadn't moved in minutes as they spread her lower lips wide so he could gaze at her leaking hole. Despite the stillness of the scene that was below her, Y/N's body was trembling, her heart was pounding, and her legs quivered under the strain of the half-kneeling position, her knees framing George's ears. "Just the prettiest, love." George lifted his shoulders a few inches off the mattress before spitting, letting his saliva drip onto Y/N's hole. He rubbed the saliva slowly in, worsening the mess between her thighs before he glanced back at her. "The prettiest fucking cunt, I swear." George's smile nearly blinded Y/N when he lay down again. His hands leave her aching cunt, only to wrap around the backs of Y/N's thighs. The redhead hiked her hips even closer, close enough to feel Y/N's heat course over his cheeks.

"Georgie..." The nickname came out whinier than she expected, but no matter how Y/N tried to struggle and squirm, George's hands kept her in place. She couldn''t help complaining in the smallest of ways. He chuckled from beneath her legs as the breath against Y/N's clit added more to the torture. "George please," Y/N pouted. "Are you done looking? I need-" Two lips cut her sentence off as they wrapped around Y/N's clit. The feeling smothered the sentence in her throat, replacing the words with a moan. George tugged her closer, allowing the sound of pressure to fill the room and pulled his lips off with a sharp pop. Y/N wanted to smack the smug grin off the man's face as he clearly knew his power in this situation.

"You need what?" George asked, keeping Y/N still, his grip bruising as he held her just far enough so she could feel the side of his jaw rub against her thigh. George turned to kiss her soft, warm thigh, lips curving up at Y/N's whimper. "Tell me what you need, love." George paused, his nose rubbing against her inner thigh. The already overwhelming heat between her thighs only grew, blazing higher by the second. One of Y/N's hands left the wall behind the bed to wind itself in George's hair. "I- I need-" Y/N sounded so small just from such a simple word. "George, please. I need you so bad, please." George hummed, his nose still rubbing against her thigh while acting as if he was thinking as if he was not waiting for Y/N to open her mouth one more time. And when she did, then only able to whine some fussy sounded more suited for an animal than a person. Only then was when George yanked her hips down and dived into his favourite meal.

For all of his teasing, George was just as needy as Y/N. He wished she knew how often he thought about this, how he thought about the sweet taste of Y/N's cunt with every step home, how you popped into his mind as he worked around the shop, as he hung out with his family and how difficult it was to prevent himself from getting hard. George was truly addicted at that point. He wasn't sure if it was the splash of wetness across his chin or the soft mewls from her open mouth but he was hopelessly lost in his obsession. George's sounds were lewd against her core, obnoxious groans that accompanied her every shiver. George didn't let up for a second, not even to catch his breath. He gripped Y/N's ass with bruising force and tugged her back each time Y/N tried to squirm more than he deemed acceptable.

George considered eating Y/N's pretty little cunt an art form. He knew how to play with her sweet pussy how she deserved. He knew how she trembled when he angled his tongue, licking at Y/N's walls wherever he could reach. He knows how she rocked against his face when George was busy lapping up her mess, bumping that little bundle of nerves with his nose at every opportunity. He knew how she pleaded when he wrapped his lips around her twitching clit so he could suck and lap and kiss it until she was nearly about to collapse.

George had no care for air in his lungs or friction against his still-clothed cock. He had a singular goal - to make his sweet wife fall apart over and over and over again. "Ah," Y/N gasped. "Fuck, Georgie. I'm going to-" George hummed against her clit, implying his permission for her to cum. Y/N leaned forward, opting to lace both of her hands tight in his hair. A long string of curses in every language Y/N knew left her mouth without her notice. It was only the vibrations from George's mouth. He pulled back for just long enough to say a quiet "Come for me" before white overtook Y/N's sight. George doesn't stop for a moment. He sucked at her slick when she gushed around his tongue, unwilling to waste a drop. Y/N struggled to do more than twitch in his grasp so George did the work for her and rocked her hips over his mouth, maintaining pressure so Y/N could ride out her high. When he finally granted her reprieve, her body still coursed with aftershocks, her walls still clenched tight.